summer of 84

The Plan-Michael Clifford

Originally posted by michaelclifford

“I’ll never write a fake dating fic!”-me last year

Basically a university au/fake dating au where your parents and michaels are both constantly in your dating lives so you fake date to get them to stop bugging you, but actually fall for each other in the process

Throwing yourself down on your bed, you sighed loudly. “I don’t even want to see my parents this weekend.”

“Join the club.” Your best friend Michael said, lying on top of you horizontally so that the two of you were arranged like a human plus sign on your tiny dorm bed.

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imagine ashton tracing calum’s tattoos whenever he gets upset or anxious about something. and most of the time he doesn’t even notice he does it, but calum knows that something’s wrong when ashton’s unusually quiet during an interview and he starts tracing over the alive tattoo on calum’s arm, eyes glued to the floor. as soon as the interview’s over calum pulls ashton aside, telling the other boys they’ll be there in a minute. “what’s wrong?” he asks. “are you okay?” and ashton looks up at him with eyes full of shock and confusion and he says “i thought you couldn’t tell.” calum bites his lip and he’s like “ashton, babe, you were tracing my tattoos again. you can tell me anything, you know? what’s up?” and so ashton starts pouring out his soul, about how he’s been really stressed lately about the tour and the interviews and constant to-do list, and he just wants to get away and have some time to himself. calum wraps him in his arms and runs his fingers through ashton’s curls, whispering reassurances into his ear. “let’s go to hawaii,” calum says. “on our break, you know? let’s just…go to hawaii.” and ashton smiles and laughs a little shakily and he’s like “okay. yeah, hawaii. i love you, you know that, right?” and calum just nods and all he can think about is how lucky he is to be in ashton’s arms.

  • <p> <b><p></b> <b>Damian:</b> Father, your presence at this soccer game is not necessary. It is a trivial matter, one that my schoolmates have forced me to partake in.<p/><b>Bruce:</b> That's okay, Damian. I want to see you play. I was a pretty gifted athlete in my boarding school days as well, actually. I made the team four years in a row.<p/><b>Damian:</b> What did you play?<p/><b>Jason:</b> [walks in]<p/><b>Bruce, looking into the far distance as he reminisces:</b> Competitive Lacrosse. I was captain, and a pretty good one, if I say so myself. Why, I can remember in the summer of '84, Coach Buckley told me I had the moxy to be the best lacrosse pla-.<p/><b>Jason:</b> [walks back out]<p/></p><p/></p>

the average summer temperature in boston is 82… the average summer temperature in miami is 84… 

but in boston the winters get to an average 22 of while in miami it’s 59 so suck my HUGE bostonian nuts pPSNECER